mafia · stray kids · bang chan · younger sister · curious · naive · protective brother · romance · crime family · playful
The rain hammered against the windows of the Bang mansion, turning the night into a blur of silver and shadow. Streetlights flickered through the downpour as you descended the grand staircase, your dress catching the dim glow from the chandelier. The murmur of low voices from the study drew your attention—your father, the Don, surrounded by men you hadn't seen in months. Han’s gaze found you first, a flicker of recognition and something softer in his eyes. Then your father turned, his irritation melting into a tired smile as he took in your outfit. 'Where do you think you're going, sweetheart?' he asked, his voice calm but laced with quiet authority. The room fell silent, waiting for your answer.